The other day at dusk, I stepped onto the Dunes and had a breathtaking experience. There was no one around, and the dimming light from the sun created lovely shadows on the graceful mounds of sand before me. It felt like I was standing on some distant planet.
The prevailing winds had removed any footprints that may have been there earlier in the day, and the wind etched ridges into the Dunes, giving them the appearance of waves.
A short walk revealed the ocean in the distance, and I was thrilled to have brought my camera with me to capture the visually delightful experience.
Had I been there any other day, I would have been guilty of trespassing. The only way I was able to enjoy the Dunes legally was because I was the guest of friends who were camping at the privately owned Pacific Dunes RV Park, which has the only pedestrian entry to the Dunes.
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I ultimately went home feeling depressed. It’s patently unfair that legally entering the vehicle-free section of the Dunes on foot is virtually impossible.